Please Select One
The I.R.S. called, asking about you. I told them you weren't home.
You're like a faith-oriented Christian basketball class, except it's on the U.S./Canadian border, and everyone is made of fog.
Some people have nerves in their teeth. Okay!
If everything you need can fit in a medium-sized bucket, then you've achieved perfection.
Who will save you?
Who is your hero?
Who is your mentor?
Who is the leader of the band that's made for you and me?